Wall of Caffeine

Call me Dish, she/her, born in '87 AO3: dishy art-blog: @dishydraws

[imsodishy]

Billy, baby... we know.

[sheisraging]

Sam Reid & Jacob Anderson for GQ Hype

[yiiiiiiiikes25]

shane’s so fucking brave, man. where the fuck would they be if shane weren’t so full of courage

[cuppydogshane]

shane vs ilya is false dichotomy..... its Them vs. The Sinister Forces

[imsodishy]

I just think there's fertile ground at the intersection of Ilya's caretaker tendencies and his need to handle everything for his loved ones as an act of service and Shane's complicated and repressed resentment around being handled or indeed managed by a loved one.

[imsodishy]

your girl is at the ER again ✌️

(not for me this time. my mom cut her finger in the kitchen, she's doing okay)

[imsodishy]

my mom keeps trying to say we should just leave because it's stopped bleeding now and it 'barely' hurts. and telling me there's no reason for me to wait with her.

and she just said 'I don't think you could catch me,' meaning if she did a runner... my 69 year old, 4'11" mother. from whom I get all my stunning lack of athleticism 🙄

[imsodishy]

texts from my sister when I tell her I'm at the ER with our injured mother

[imsodishy]

your girl is at the ER again ✌️

(not for me this time. my mom cut her finger in the kitchen, she's doing okay)

[imsodishy]

my mom keeps trying to say we should just leave because it's stopped bleeding now and it 'barely' hurts. and telling me there's no reason for me to wait with her.

and she just said 'I don't think you could catch me,' meaning if she did a runner... my 69 year old, 4'11" mother. from whom I get all my stunning lack of athleticism 🙄

[lexdelioncourt]

OLD MAN YAOI IS COMING TO SAVE US

[imsodishy]

your girl is at the ER again ✌️

(not for me this time. my mom cut her finger in the kitchen, she's doing okay)

[butdarlingthestarrs]

Connor Storrie | Aporro X Fresh to Death Collection | 2021

[fuckrozanov]

goodmorning this is your assigned shane of the day

[characterlimit]

just gotta throw my all-time favourite Giles scene into the mix

RIP Anthony Head, a truly generational talent.

[lovebillyhargrove]

And then it kills you

[imsodishy]

Billy at 25 finally tracking down his mother... only to find she started a new family... and then ditched them too. He has a 15 year old half-brother and their mom bailed on him when he was 9.

[imsodishy]

since this is back in my notifs in case anyone is interested to know I actually wrote it

[flopstat]

sure whatever you say, beautiful

[rigginsstreet]

was thinking the other day about an idea of billys mom always being flaky but he repressed all those memories and only remembered the good times with her

and neil brings it up in an argument one day after billys been idolizing her, like "your mother used to run off on you all the time. sometimes she'd be gone for weeks! she never gave a shit about you!"

and billys initial instinct is to argue back and defend his mom, neils just lying like he always does, trying to hurt him

but then later when billys alone he starts remembering parts of his childhood where his mother just seemed to have vanished. and there was always an excuse about her being away for work or visiting family or something that made sense to billy at the time but now that he's really thinking about it.... she never had a job that required travel. and why would she spend weeks on end with family that billy never met....

and billy comes to the horrible conclusion that his mother isnt the saint he built her up to be all these years. the signs were there the entire time that she would leave him, in retrospect he shouldnt have been so blindsided. but he was a kid. what did he know.

[garagepaperback]

fic: american motor over smoldered field pairing: hollanov tags: catfish au

The play is very, very obvious. Ilya has spent most of his life wanting to be away from it, and to do that, you need a lot of money. The man in front of him has a lot of money, and better yet, a deep appreciation for the muscles that make up Ilya’s stomach. Ilya wishes he had the texts in hand, thick, soft pieces to feed back into his frowning mouth. Remember? When you said: I like you so much, and god I feel crazy and Fuck me, fuck me harder, more, god you feel so big, so good. I can feel you—please, you’re going to make me come. Please can I come. Please, Ilya. Always, they beg. Ilya is happier than he thought possible to fit in one body.

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